
My TGI Fridays closed. Yes I call it my Fridays because it was a staple in my life for most of my 20′s. Sure Orlando has tons of other Fridays but this one shared most of my adventures as well as misadventures.
Here are some of the highlights of my times there:
This was the Fridays where I wore my platform shoes to for the first time. I know I shouldn’t have jumped into this trend but I did like most club going kids did.
There I was with West enjoying our dinner when it started to pour and storm. It was late at night and they would be closing soon so we headed out. Luckily there was a break in the downpour and we split for our cars. West was parked up front and I was on the side three rows back.
Just as I began my run, I fell, strained my ankle on my damn platform shoes and the rain poured back down. I walked with a limp back to my car, throbbing ankle, soaked and deflated ego.
This was where I started my crushes. I tend to create crushes on people. Not real crushes as I really am not interested. It just becomes a silly game to play and I give them a nickname ending with lover. This is where it all began with My Fridays Lover.
He was tall, dark hair, tanned, built, kind of had that bad boy look and wore a giant Dr Seuss like hat which was red and black stripped. He would later leave serving and become a bartender. Never did get his name.
This was also the standard date place for me. So many of my dating adventures took place here:
This is where at 18 I met my first blind date from the phone dating service, Megaphone. Yes, this was before Internet dating took off.
This is where I had a date with a guy who turned out to be a porn star.
One date was so bad here that at one point, I asked him to stop being so mean to the server, the people next to us and myself. Of course I never called him after this date. 5 years later he asked me out again and told me how he changed and I met him at the same Fridays to find out, he was still the same.
This is the Fridays where a guy spent our whole date on his cell phone talking about crystal meth, rave music and clowns.
This is also the Fridays where I had a date for lunch, sat in my car talking for 5 hours and came back in for dinner.
This is also the Fridays where I had a date for dinner and then afterwards a different date there for dessert.
I also had a lot of firsts there:
- First time I ordered an alcoholic drink.
- First time a guy flirted with me in front of my mom.
- First place of my first date.
- First time I ever was the last people to leave a restaurant.
- First time I ever made friends with a server who was taking care of my table.
- First time I ever stood up a date and, for karma, the first place I was ever stood up at.
- First place I ever danced on a table.
- First place I had an adult friend party for my birthday.
- First place I was introduced to fried green beans, fried mac and cheese, turkey burgers, quesadillas, body shots (I was the body), 2 4 1, and loud birthday singing to celebrate as was gets you tons of attention. (me like attention? NEVER)
It was here where I had conversations with friends about love, life, break ups, crushes, drama and tons of laughter.
In ways I grew up here and now it is closed. What is funny is I do not miss the actual place because I have the memories.
These memories of my experiences, misadventures and laughter will always be with me. It is our memories that can keep us going through life and propel us into our next adventures.
This Fridays is gone but the memories and the adventures will surely continue somewhere else.
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